Kole pushed her back against the wall, asserting his dominance over her, and she let him. She knew that when it came to their personalities, he was a perfect match for her. She’d never allowed a lover before to have control over her, but with Kole, he could do whatever he wanted to do sexually to her.

The warm water slid along their skin as he covered her body with his. Her bare skin adjusted to the temperature of the cool tile. She reached up and wrapped her arms behind his neck as he continued to explore her mouth. Her breasts were crushed against his hard muscular chest, and she could feel herself growing slick with need.

His hands slid down her sides, causing a shudder to ripple through her body. She loved the feeling of his large, calloused hands against her smooth skin. He broke the kiss and used his tongue to burn a hot trail of kisses along her jaw to her neck. She gasped as he gently nipped her shoulder with his teeth.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded. Her core pulsed with the knowledge of what was to come, and instantly complied to his command. Her legs trembled as his fingers made their way to her plump lips. He gripped her sensitive nub in between his forefinger and thumb, massaging it.

“Kole,” she hissed, spreading her legs wider to allow him to reach where he wanted. Mila needed to feel Kole inside her, stretching her walls with his delicious cock. She knew that no other man would do for her. Her pussy belonged to Kole Bozovic.

As if reading her thoughts, he reached down and gripped the back of her knees, raising her up in the air. He used the wall to brace her as he lined up his cock and plunged deep inside her.

“No one will take you from me,” he growled, as if needing to announce it to the world. He pulled back and slammed into her again, releasing a deep grunt. His thrusts were deep, causing the tip of his cock to hit deep within her womb.

She could see the depths of his passion on his face as he made the announcement. The reality of what happened must have hit him. She had come to an understanding a long time ago that due to who she was and her role in the Tokhan Bratva, that nothing was ever guaranteed, and that life should not be taken for granted.

Her life could be taken from her any day, and that was why she always lived life to the fullest. One day, someone may come along who was quicker and faster than her and send her straight to Hell.

Hell? With all the wrong she had done in her lifetime, she knew there was little chance Heaven would allow her through its pearly gates. If that day were to come soon, she didn’t want to have any regrets in life.

“I love you, Kole,” she groaned, threading her fingers through his hair. He paused, staring into her eyes. She meant it with every fiber of her being.

“Do you mean it?” he asked, staring deep into her eyes. She bit her lower lip and nodded. She did mean it. This was not something she took lightly. She knew that she was in love with Kole, and even if it wasn’t returned, she would live. “I love you too, Mila. You’re my woman.”

He pulled back and slammed into her again, causing her to gasp. She gripped him tighter to her as she held on for dear life. This was no longer just casual sex, it was a claiming. It was Kole Bozovic leaving his mark on Mila, and she loved it. She loved him, and knew that if she had one day, one week, three months on this Earth, she wanted that time to be with him.

She crushed her mouth to his, feeling her reaching the edge. The angle he had her in allowed his cock to rub her clit with each thrust, bringing her almost to completion. Kole was a generous lover, and must have sensed how close she was.

“Touch yourself,” he growled against her lips. She guided one of her hands down to where their bodies were connected. She found her slick nub, her walls clenching Kole. Rubbing her sensitive flesh, her breath caught in her throat before a groan was ripped from her throat as she tipped over the edge. Her body trembled as her orgasm rippled through her, and he shouted as he followed her with his own release. She could feel the warmness of his seed inside of her.

“Oh, God! Kole,” she chanted his name repeatedly against the crook of his neck. They both paused, leaning against each other in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

“Mila, I promise you, no harm will come to you,” he murmured, pushing her hair away from her face. In their rush to escape from the hotel, everything they had packed to take onshore had been left behind, including her blonde wig.

“I believe you, Kole. And the same for you. You were dragged into the middle of this war and I promise you, no one will lay a hand on you. I’ll die before I allow you to be harmed.”

“No one is dying,” he replied, his eyes darkening. She could see the anger in their depths. Thoughts of their recent attack must have surfaced.

“Kole, in our business, death is evident. But just know that I’m ready for it when the day comes. Do not risk your life for mine. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.”

He went to argue, but she placed a finger on his lips to silence him, not wanting him to make any promises. What she asked of him meant a lot to her. If he was killed trying to protect her, she would bring hell on this Earth and would die revenging him.

He remained silent as he stared into her eyes. She spoke the truth and knew that he could see it in her eyes. She tightened her legs around his waist as he pulled her from the wall. He was still buried inside of her. He reached over and shut off the cooling water.

“No more talk of death right now. Let’s get some sleep. We have much to plan.”

* * *

It had been a few days since the Bermuda attack and Kole was still restless. He couldn’t settle his nerves and was still pissed. He stood in the wheelhouse with Peter, finally making his decision on where they would go. Because of the attacks, he wanted to ensure that they didn’t have a leak. They still hadn’t narrowed down if the attack was due to someone on the island reporting a Russian woman with tattoos shooting at the range, or if they had a leak.

If there was a leak in his organization, then there would definitely be hell to pay. He would kill the person with his own hands. That was the punishment for treason within his organization. He wouldn’t be any kind of boss if he couldn’t handle his own men.

“So you’ve finally decided where we’ll dock next?” Peter asked as he stood over the dashboard. Being overly cautious, he didn’t know if there were any planted devices in the room, so he handed his captain a piece of paper with the coordinates of their next stop.

Peter took the paper in his hand, understanding. He glanced down and nodded. “I’ll plot the course now.”

That was why Peter had been with him as long as he had. He trusted Kole and knew not to second-guess him. He was a loyal member of the Belotov gang, coming in when Kole’s father was in charge.

This time, they would be staying in a place that he owned. It would be protected like a fortress.

“I want to arrive at night. The less people who know, the better. I don’t want a repeat of Bermuda.”

“Yes, sir,” the captain acknowledged, tapping a few commands on the dashboard. “That won’t be a problem. We should arrive in a couple of days. We’ll use our stealth protocols.” That meant changing the name on the yacht and bringing out falsified papers for when they docked.

“Thanks, Peter.” Kole slapped his captain on the shoulder before making his way out of the wheelhouse. As he walked, his mind was on Mila. Since the attacks, he hadn’t wanted to let her out of his sight for long. Now, if he wasn’t with her, only his most trusted men would be allowed to guard her. She wasn’t to be left alone.

She had asked if she could call her brother to check in, and now would be the perfect time. He grabbed one of the satellite phones and made his way to where he knew she would be.

The sun deck.

She loved the sun and open air while they traveled on the water. He reached her and saw her laying on her back. Her skin was a smooth bronze, highlighting the ink on her arm. His chest swelled with the need to have her again, but that would have to wait, as they had more pressing things to talk about right now. And, she needed to check in. His shadow fell over her as he took in her perfect body.

Jethro was sitting off to the side, underneath a shaded area of the boat. He nodded to him, relieving him of his duty.

“Whoever is blocking the sun, must want to get shot,” she muttered, moving her shades from her face.

“The sun is worth more than my life?” he joked, sitting in the chair next to her. He placed the phone on the table and pulled his shirt over his head. It was too hot to be out here with a shirt on. He could feel the sweat already forming at his temples.

“Only if you mess up my tan lines” she retorted with a snort. “Want me to help you put on some sunscreen?” she asked, standing from her chair.

“Sure.” He sat forward on the lounge chair to allow her to fit behind him. She squeezed out some of the lotion in her hands and he closed his eyes as she began to run the cool lotion onto his back.

“You finally told Peter where we’re going?” she asked. He held in a groan as she kneaded some of the knots out of his back.

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“I could feel a change in the course of the ship,” she admitted as she reached his shoulders.

“We can’t stay on water forever. We’re going to have to dock and refuel. This time, it’ll be somewhere where I have more control. I brought the satellite phone so that you can contact Pasha. It’s best to let him know that you’re fine. I’m sure he’s heard of the Bermuda attack.”

Word traveled fast, and his men were reporting that the Bermuda attack had spread everywhere. It was being broadcasted that the Belotov gang was assisting the Tokhan Bratva. Siding with the Tokhan meant that officially, his gang was enemies of the Slokavich Bratva. Before, he had no official qualms against the Slokavich, but this was a direct stance made against those gunning for Mila.

“I got the rest.” He motioned for the phone. “Call Pasha, and keep your conversation to a minimum. If someone’s able to intercept the call, it’ll take them days to pinpoint our current location.”

“Okay.” She stood from her spot, and he instantly missed the feeling of her legs surrounding him. He knew tonight, he would be deep in her pussy and would feel them wrapped around him.

She plopped down on her lounge chair and gripped the phone.

“Da,” she greeted whoever answered the phone. He laid back and turned his attention to her so that he could study her. He would never get enough of the mafia mistress.